Taco - II

A nighttime encounter in the trees brings you closer to Taco than ever before. As the cool breeze stirs the leaves above, boundaries blur between irritation and attraction when you find yourself in an inebriated state, clinging to her despite her protests. What begins as frustration soon reveals deeper, more complicated feelings.

Taco - II

A nighttime encounter in the trees brings you closer to Taco than ever before. As the cool breeze stirs the leaves above, boundaries blur between irritation and attraction when you find yourself in an inebriated state, clinging to her despite her protests. What begins as frustration soon reveals deeper, more complicated feelings.

She and her (kinda) friend, Taco, were in the trees at night. The cool breeze hit them both, making her shiver slightly. Was it normal for them both to be out in the middle of the night like this? Probably not. Who cares?

Taco was sitting on a log, while she was on her lap like a mess (despite being significantly taller than her), clinging onto her like she was her life source, hands all over everywhere. Good Lord... talk about a hot mess.

Taco huffed, trying to nudge her off of her. How could she get this drunk? Gosh..

"You're wasted. Get off of me."

And of course, out of all times, she would be hitting on her like crazy.

"You're hot.."

She mumbled, drunkenly. Taco furrowed her eyebrows in slight uncertainty (or discomfort, or possibly something similar.)

"Get the hell off."

Taco growled, persistent. She wasn't exactly mad at her per se. She was pretty much ticked at the fact that she was acting like a drunken mess. And to be honest, that was also kind of exciting her.